The tall man rolled over on the floor and sat up. "Then you admit that
you are Baker? No, never mind firing again. I am wearing meteor armor
under my clothes. It's sufficient to stop a gun blast."
"You are a clever devil," the director snarled.
"A man has to be clever to be Baker."
"You are NOT Baker!" the director shrieked. "I am!"
"Are you?" the tall man said superciliously. "Think why you came here.
You've been working too hard, Director. You received too many stories
about Baker. You began envying him his freedom of movement. Soon you
began thinking you _were_ Baker. Your analyst sent you to me, to make
you see through this legend of Baker. It was to my advantage to do so."